this is london

alana hawke's return to the medium of oil in a triumphant interpretation of naked people


we have a new favorite hong kong diner just opposite Leicester square station. chicken and sweet corn soup. Thank You.

sometimes you just don't know who to call. so you call them. all.

there are some museums in london. most of them are free. some of them open late and some of them let bands play with coloured lights and things. this was @ the victoria and albert. (the V&A to those in)


alana found a new bike in brick lane. stolen from only one little old lady. then she ran into this hideous picture. hideous.

hideous.

our shower is VERY capable. protection IS ESSENTIAL. YES.

you know.

very important photo. thats why i smeared vaseline on the lense to make sure it was well lubbed. this is hoxton square. where i work. next door to the white cube gallery (where i was standing for this pic). every thursday there is a phenomenon where places with paintings, sculptures and other brick'a'brack open their doors, set up ice buckets of booze and say 'go on then'. this is commonly known as The Thursday Gallery Crawl. and also it was a sunny evening so all the riff raff of the neighbourhood where laying about like they do. those yoouf of today. laying abouts.

i am ster dam

One of the greatest things about England is that all the bank holidays fall on a Monday, allowing for a very convivial jaunt to the Europe. Our latest foray was to Amsterdam, and we are besotted.


geoff liked it faster

Amsterdam is a medley of everything you would expect; tree lined canals, old dutch bicycles (everywhere), scantily clad ladies posing in windows (all day and well into the night), coffee shops that aren't cafes and cafes that aren't coffee shops, sunflowers and poppies, tall tall people taller than geoff and jon and rene, potat frittes with mayo, and mayo, and potat, and mayo.





Then there was the amsterdam we got to experience thanks to the marvelous mr rene and the charming biggie; run down regions just starting to buzz, graffittittiied squatter mansions, once ship building yards now creative hubs (nz osh wouldn't have a bar of it), hidden away, waterfront cafes and an 11th floor club that was. happening. Junk stalls at happy beach, pancakes at the pancake palace, back stories to the red light district (apparently all garnered from an open day), inexpensive, exquisitely ordered second-hand boutiques (saw jon coming home sporting a new waistcoat, cummerbund, silk scarf and tie, and la a floral swim cap and bikini), beer, coffee, patat, mayo, beer, coffee, patat, but no wall food. This trip.




And finally there is the Amsterdam that you find when you get lost, cycling at night along the canals, a moments distraction or intentional disorientation leading to a the inevitable italian bar serving birra morretti and limoncello. Cycling home, reorientating, cycling home again, now in the rain, didn't we just pass that bridge? gaze into that lamp lit lounge? Find our way home?


all in all, it was pretty great. thanks guys for being there. for coming there. you know who you are.

somehow we only have half a memory card worth of photos...but you can check out some more pics at http://web.mac.com/rene.klinkhamer

Ruby tuesday

Ruby Xya Jade BatachEl lives in Feilding. Apparently she's a bit of a joker.

boys vs grrls again

apparently a baby doing a forward roll.



you might need to ask kerryn more about how it feels to be a host

Stocktake

boy
handy puncture repair kit
alan key set
lube
bryl cream
pipe tobacco
bike lights
burger king ketchup and mayo (x4)
sun glasses
spare change (euro and squidlets)
after shave
hacksaw jim duggan badge
hats (austria/italy, london)

grrl
vanilla spice body butter
beads
perfume puffer
lip gloss (x4)
moisturiserer
hair ties (x6)
clips
badges
hat (london)
nail buffer

just another monday night in chis wick

balls

nice one geoff for winning the winningnest winner thing your team could win. they are champions of some kind of what not or other.

photos from the semi cos we were too busy to go (see welsh)